Another Soulmate AU!
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What if every time your soulmate gets a scar, you get the scar too. A soul scar one could say. But what might happens when you find out your soulmate is abused? Scars all around Jace started to appear when his was five, his entire life he had been getting scars. They were everywhere on his body, until one day they stop. They stop appearing. Later a girl appears, rumors haunt her about her life that no one knows. Her body with identical scars. This was no coincidence that this girl had appeared when his scars stopped.
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The first time it happened, he couldn't remember it, he was only three, and suddenly he just broke his arm. His parents had to take him to the hospital where they gave him painkiller and a cast. Even though only his arm broke, his had bruises all over his body.
He got a pale white scar on his shoulder, it was a tiny star. This was the first of many scars he got.
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A boy cried running to his mother's arms.
"What is it Jacey?" She asked him concern evident in her eyes.
"Why is my awm huwting!" He said showing him a small pink welt on his upper arm. Less than a second later another one appear criss-crossing the first welt. "Ow!" He mumbled rubbing his arm.
"Why don't I get you an ice pack and we go to the doctor?" She asked, he nodded as he slapped his cheek, a tiny pink welt winked past his chubby fingers. After getting the ice pack they drove quickly to the doctor. Jace's mom had no idea how to explain what is happening.
The docter examined the scars, there were two dozen scars before they stopped appearing. "It seem like your soulmate is getting hurt. If this happened again, there is a chance they might be getting abused, we're going to have to report this so they can find him/her." He said going to his desk where he wrote a prescription, he handed it the mother. "If he gets more scars give him one tablet for four hours and half for under two hours." The mother quickly thanked him and took Jace to get the medicine before stopping by the police station.
They quickly filed for a special abuse for soulmates, where the police would look out for a girl with similar scars of the little boy. Of course afterwards, the little boy's mom took him to somewhere to distract him from his discomfort.
"What's a soulmate?" The boy asked on the swings. The mother popped a chocolate cover nut in her mouth as she swung beside him.
"Pardon dear?" She asked.
"What's a soulmate?" The boy asked as he wiggled his arms towards his mother's jacket were she kept mango flavored gummies, his mom handed him the bag. "The doctew said something about a soulmate scaw."
"Alright I'll tell you," She leaned over with an easy smile and waved her hand toward herself, the boy leaned over just as she grabbed his waist and his squeals and laughter filled the air, the question forgotten.
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A now seven year old boy sat on the counter as his father patch up a scrape on his knee.
"Jace, now go run along and play with Alec and Isabelle." He grabbed his son and pulled him off the counter, as he shooed his son away, the boy cried out.
He fell to the ground and a bright red welt appeared on the back on his calf. "Make it stop!" He yelled as he grabbed his knees. A second later another welt appeared on his arm. The father lunged towards a cabinet with a container of pills. He gave his son half a pill and a cup of water.
The father gently forced the pill down as the boy calmed down. Another welt appear next to his knee by then.
"Go play son, don't worry about that alright?" The father said calmly, the boy nodded and run off holding his arm. The father stumble to his phone and started calling his mother.
It was a painful twenty seconds before she picked up, by then the father walked to the backyard and watch his son proudly show off his welt on his arm.
"Céline? It happened again." He sighed rubbing his forehead.
"Should I come home?" A feminine voice asked
"No stay, it was a short one." He said to his wife. "I think we should tell him soon, he's starting to think he's cursed."
A pause from the other side as the mother breathed. "Alright I'll be home in an hour, do you want me to pick up anything?"
"Some mango gummies please."
Long after the boy's friend had left for home, his mother arrived with bags of groceries and clothes. The boy sat at the living room kicking his legs around as he waited for his parents.
"Am I in trouble?" He asked as his parents enter the room. They shook their heads no, and he tilted his head slightly. "Then why do you want to talk to me?"
"We just wanted to talk to you about you're scars." The mother said, the boy placed his hand on the faint scar on his cheek, barely see able. The boy slowly nodded. "There is something call soulmate scars. You know about soulmates right?" She asked the boy shook his head.
"People who are perfect for each other, like you and dad."
"You never learned how they are connected to one and other." The dad said the boy nodded at that. "So when a soulmate is hurt the other person with feel some of the pain as well and gets a tiny faded scar where the person was hurt." The boy nodded, while the dad hesitated to tell him the next part. "Me and you mom met when I umm ran over her."
"What you ran over mom with a car?" The dad's eyes widened as the mom on the other handed snorted and covered her mouth for laughing. Yes she was very useful in this situation
"Oh no! It was not with a car."
"Then what?" The dad clenched his jaw slightly, wincing slightly at the memory.
"With a bike." He sighed.
"How?"
"It was a race between, Alec and Isabelle's dad and an old friend." The dad said. "But I won by a dozen meters." The mom snorted again.
"But they didn't run over someone." The dad smiled slightly.
"Look where it got me." The mom smiled back at him.
"Then?" He asked
"Then what?" The dad asked confused, the mom sighed at him.
"He meant the meeting Steven." She turned to him. "I went to his house which was very close to the park where he ran me over and he discovered a bruise where I blocked myself with my arm on his arm."
"That's it?" The mom nodded at him, "What about me? And my scars?" The boy said looking at his parents.
"It just means when you feel pain and it's not from you, it's your soulmate." The mom said finally. "People get more hurt than others, for all you know she/he's going to become a.. spy and needs training." The boy's eyes widened.
"Cool!"
He got up and stood on the couch, before he jumped off of it and started running down the hall with his back against a wall, acting like he was a spy himself.
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Now a year later.
A boy at the stairs of a porch, as another boy and girl sat next to him silent. There was no talking as the boy silently wiped his tears. The setting sky was filled with smoke covering majority of pale orange pink sky. In the distance a char remains of a house, ambulances and firetrucks just surrounding the area.
It was an electrical fire, the father was a fix it person, he had thought it was perfectly good. But yet it wasn't his fault, the wires had been cut and the fuse box wide opened. The son of the house in the yard playing with the father while the mother was doing laundry. It was a slip second before the family computer's plug caught fire and traveled using the wood of the desk. The mother was trapped, so the father had ran in to find her, before the house started collapsing against the mostly wood home.
All while the boy tried to find help, when the neighbors were out. A play date had arrived with two children and their parents who saw the fire and the boy left out on the streets, desperately trying to find help where there was none.
The parent's remains were found in an embraced.
The boy's forms were signed to a guardian. Where the boy would hopefully recover from it but he never did. Months later from the fire, the boy stayed locked in his room, his former friends became his siblings. In Addition, the scars started appearing more.
The boy tried to keep hope that they was a spy training to be the best but they faded away.
He learned about her abuse when one day the words were carved into his back. 'Mine.'
The boy grew up, there was no longer a child but a cold person in his place.
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"Hey," A now sixteen year old girl said leaning on the door frame as she watched her adopted brother punch the fake body with pent up anger. The boy looked up and saw his sister, deflating from what ever anger he had before.
"Hey Izzy." Her name was Isabelle. "What's up?" The now almost adult asked, wiping the sweat off his brow with his arm.
"Dinner's ready." The boy's eyes widened.
"I um think I'm going to bed early, I'm tired." The boy said making an excuse, backing up.
"Jace, you were just fighting with anger." The girl sighed at him. "Plus I got pork from-"
"Taki's!" The boy rushed past her. "If Alec ate my pork I'm going to kill him." The girl turned around and walked to the kitchen where the boys Jace and Alec were busy fighting over pork.
"Remember I drank twenty shot of that apple vinaigrette in under thirty seconds so you owe me." The Golden hair boy said to the ravened hair boy with blue eyes, his brother. The dark haired boy known as Alec grumbled and shoved the takeout box of pork towards the other. The girl snorted and pulled out another takeout of pork and slid to her full blooded brother, which many people can see with their dark hair and similar looks, but the only thing different were her dark brown eyes.
"I love you Iz," The boy said grabbing the box and inhaled the pork like his brother.
"If only you were like this to my cooking." She sighed, the boys eyes widened.
"No no no no no no." They both said staring her with wide eyes.
"Yeah I thought so," She sighed, grabbed a hair tie from the counter and turned away. "I'll be training," It was a weird thing for parents to teach their children how to fight, but both of them were in the military at one point so learning for to fight and self-defend was a way to show them care. The boys continued inhaling the pork.
"Urg school," Jace said, wolfing down the last bit of pork.
"Don't get me started, I'm done with girls." Alec said rubbing his forehead, he placed his chopsticks down.
"What about me?" Jace said fanning his hand outwards showing himself and his figure, which just so happens to be extremely fit from fighting. Alec blushed and looked away.
"There's a new student this year," Alec said. "Pretty sure Miss Gray is good friends with them."
"Why does Miss Gray look like she's our age when she's like a decade older?" Jace mumbled loudly chugging down water.
"Dunno." Alec said getting up to wash the dishes, Jace being a great brother placed his dishes for Alec to wash and booked it. He went to his room and drank a pill. He prepared for when the whip or cuts marks would appear all over him.
There was a flash of pain and one appeared.
That's it.
One across his arm, right near to his shoulder.
That's it.
There's usually a few dozen that's it. Something happened.
Jace looked down and saw a bruise form around his wrist.
He stayed quiet for several minutes, his heart beating faster than usual.
Then his brother burst opened the door.
"Jace!" His small nine year old brother walked in the room while Jace was in the corner of the bed.
He forgot to lock the door.
"Are you alright?" He asked his eyes in concern.
"It's fine Maxi," Jace rubbed the palm of his hand against his hair, efficiently messing it up.
"It's Max." He corrected, slapping his hand at Jace's for him to stop.
"What happened to your neck?" He asked Jace shrugged. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror already a bruise formed.
"What's up with you?" Jace said.
"I got the new manga book!" He proudly showed Jace a small comic book with the corner already curling. Jace stood up from the bed and grabbed Max by the waist and started carrying him.
"Hey! Stop it!" Max yelled. "At least go to the training area, Izzy is trying to out do Alec at climbing." Jace smiled and followed his brother out to the gym. Max wasn't lying.
He saw Izzy and Alec in gear, trying to climb the rock wall, Izzy was climbing quickly while concentrating immensely not to break a nail. She took the way easier route while Alec was using his height to his advantage.
He swung his legs over the top of the ten foot bouldering wall just as Izzy popped he head up.
"Darn it," She mumbled pushing herself to her feet, she stood up looking at the ground where Alec who, with Jace and Max, was already on the ground watching her. She ran forward and latched herself on one of many ropes all around the room, from there she shuffled herself down.
"Good job." Max said grinning as Alec helped him put on a harness.
"Thanks, I think I need to lay off on the arms." Izzy said rubbing a red area on her arm. It suddenly reminded Jace of all the marks on his back, they were barely seeable anyway. Alec and Max went over to the bouldering wall and Alec started to climb again to retrieve a cable to hook Max in.
"Want to practice, self defense?" Jace asked, he just wanted to feel some of his own pain instead of his soulmate.
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A tiny three year old girl walked with her mother, their red hair sticking out of place.
"Come on dear, we have to get home to your daddy and brother." The mother said.
"I want to see Jonny!" The girl squealed, the mother nodded.
"Alright Clary," The mother said, grabbing her daughter and placing her on her shoulder. The girl giggled and rested her chin on her mother's head.
The mother busily hurried down the streets. They came to a stop near the corner of a street, the girl impatiently waiting for the the light to turn green. Out of the corner of the girl's eye she saw a dark gray car speed down the street, police car following it down speedily. The car started to skit as it tried to turn left, but it was to close.
The mother and daughter realized too late.
The mother dropped her daughter from her neck into her arm and tried to turn just as the car slammed into them and continued to run into a building.
There was a sharp pain, before both of black out, but only one with be able to walk out alive.
It was the next day before the girl finally opened her eyes, to see her body in a cast. There was much more attention to her arm. Her father and brother burst in the room, the father had a grim face, while the brother had dried tears on his face.
"Clare!" The boy yelled running over to her, he was barely five years old. Both of them weren't nearly old enough to understand what quite happened.
"Thank the lord." The father said coming close to his daughter, there they stayed together in an ignorant bliss for the girl.
Later she would find out about her mother months later from her brother.
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Her father because absent and when he was there it was him always getting angry.
He would never hurt her when he was angry, for her brother... He would always act stiff sometimes and distant.
When she was first five years old, he started to hit her. Her brother was at school at the time, and when her father got home, hours after he and her brother left for school. He was drunk.
"Daddy?" She asked, he growled and turned to her, his eyes widened in surprised like it was the first time he ever saw her.
"You look just like her." He mumbled walking to the fridge as he grabbed a bottle of liquid. He took a swig of it and slammed it on the table. The girl saw her father with dilated eyes, he growled at her. She squeaked and ran into her shared room with her brother.
Her stomach growled, she missed breakfast when she woke up too late. She tried to sneak back in the kitchen to get a glass of water.
She dropped the cup in the sink when her extremely short statue tried to get a cup. Her father made a growling sound and glared at her.
"Come here." He order, the girl nodded meekly and walked forward. The dad, went over to retrieve a belt from his pants and looked at her.
That is where the abuse started.
He cornered her in a corner, and slashed at her face. Initially she blocked it with her arm creating a red cut on her arm.
"Don't you dare," Her father snarled, whipping it at her arm creating a crisscross effect. The girl bit her lip from crying out, knowing that it would be worse. He whipped at her face again but this time she didn't block it with her arm.
Eventually she couldn't handle the pain she sank to her feet and blacked out.
She heard her father curse as she did. But he was no longer her father rather tormentor.
What felt like years later, she slowly came into consciousness.
"Clare?" A gently hand prodded at her face, she whipped her arm to cover it as she turned her face away from the sound. "Clare it's me." She slowly opened her eyes to see icy almost white blonde hair. She curled up into a ball thinking it was her father.
He gently sat her up wiping her face with a damp napkin, it came back pink. "Let's get you to a bath. He gently placed his arms under her neck and knee and carried her to the washroom.
Turning on warm water, he left grabbing a mop. Small Clary looked at her stained clothes, seeing small red welts some sticky with dried blood. Her brother came back with the mop.
He undressed her and placed her in the bath, the warm waters soothed her arching joints. She stayed there until the water was cool before she finally managed to sit up with out help. Her brother came back with clean clothes and tucked her in that night, becoming the fatherly role.
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The father started to change, he went out more, came home smelling like sickeningly sweet liquor, the money income slowed down with that the amount of food, clothes, and safety.
They had to change schools several times. Each time to smaller and smaller living spaces. The girl stopped making or having friends after the second move, she went to drawing since that could never leave her.
As soon as the little girl's brother turned ten he got a job, it was paper boy. His sister help him, and he would pick her up after school where they would deliver the papers.
She was ten when when she got a scar that wasn't hers, it was a burn scar. Her brother had to sit her down and explain to her all about soulmates scars. He shook his head when she asked about his.
He was born without one, the hospitals, usual make a scar it's a small nick above the toe, but his never came.
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Her father was on drugs one day, it was a high. He looked at her differently when he came home that night. "Jocelyn." He said softly looking at her.
She made a mistake. "Father it's me Clary," she said, he growled.
"You're Jocelyn," he said.
"No," He roared.
"Jocelyn why did you leave me! You were mine. Mine. Mine!" He pinned Clary against the wall, he grabbed a small knife laying in the butchers block. Painstakingly slow he carved the words into her back.
Her brother found her that night with the words 'Mine' carved into her.
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This was the night.
Clary Fairchild and her brother Jonathan Morgenstern were going to leave. Jon was legal an adult. He had left the household a month ago, to rent a apartment far away from this area, in New York.
Her father barely noticed at all, he just needed to drink, so Clary kepted up her job at cafe she was working. She had all her stuff in a bag that was outside. The plan was for Clary to delay, Valentine as long as she could while Jon got her stuff.
He came to the cafe that night just to tell her to quit.
Clary waited anxiously, as her father came back and ate the dinner. She spent an hour preparing the food, trying to get her father to eat as much.
She across the table from him, he was silent and it killed her.
"Clarissa." He said, looking up at her with his cold eyes..
"Yes father," she said curtly.
"Where is your brother?" He said, Clary tried not to stiffen that much.
"He was a legal adult, which meant he could leave." She said.
"You will be one in two years. Are you going to leave?" He asked, Clary shook her head, she had to keep it up.
"Liar, I know you're lying! You're going to leave!" He yelled throwing the plate as her. It shattered and hit her shoulder creating a cut. It barely missed a major vein. She stumbled out if her seat.
Valentine grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her back. Great she smelled like steak dinner and she was going to die. He slammed her into the wall, his one hand gripping her neck now. Cutting off her airway.
Even better she was going to die of lack of air. She wheezed and struggled to breathe. In the back of her mind that wasn't worrying about death and Jon, she noticed her phone vibrated slightly.
She vision faded slightly before she was on the ground, barely breathing. She managed to open her eyes to see her brother pinning her father to the ground.
"Trying to kill your father." Valentine said, Jon growled.
"Trying to kill your daughter huh?" He spat back at him.
"You wouldnt dare kill me." Valentine said, Jon leaned back slightly, and nodded.
"You're right," He said, before adding. "How about knocking you out then?" He punched valentine in the jaw before he punched right in the forehead. Valentine when limo and Jon stepped up.
"Clare, I'm so sorry." He said rushing to her, he picked her up princess style just like he always did since she was five. He hurried to the car, placing her in the back seat. He got in the drivers seat and drove. "I'm so sorry I'm was late," He said.
"I found an old friend of moms" he continued his voice talking a sadder tone. "He offered to give us a job and a room to stay for a while until we get our own." Clary gave a nodded and in the rear mirror she saw her brother give her a smile.
"It's all the way in New York, in Brooklyn." He said, he stopped the car and went to her, giving her a dose of sleep medicine. She faded into the realm of dreamless sleep.
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She woke up the next morning in the same beat up car Jon had for three years. Jon never quite actually took a driving test but after three years, she would said that she felt safer in this car than at home.
"Jon?" She murmured she lifted up her arms to see her shoulder was wrapped in a bandage. Her collar was numb, she touched it lightly. Her neck felt weird other than the fact about the numbness.
"Painkiller for neck, water?" He handed her a water bottle with the cap closed in the wrong way.
She hummed in thanks before taking the bottle and bringing it to her parched throats. She took a small sip before placing it down and sitting up. She then realized that she was laying her head on a shirt covering a boot.
"Where are we?" She croaked out, before she lifted the bottle again to her lips.
"Five more minutes than we'll be at Luke's." Her brother said, the next few minutes was him talking to her about how he meet Luke and such.
He pulled up at Luke's apartment which was one of two apartments above the book store. "We get the one above." Her brother told her, helping her to her feet. She nodded and tried to help with the stuff, he stopped her. "No just knock on the door Luke said he would be close today."
Clary nodded and hobbled over. Before she even knocked on the door, it opened to see a browned hair man with blue eyes.
"You must be Clarissa, come in come in," he said making a path for her. She sat down on the couch for several minutes while, Luke and Jon took all their stuff upstairs. She waited quietly, mostly her fingers were twitching and tapping the table.
She looked at the blank walls, it was all white. There was a small black simple clock that told the time other than that, there was nothing on the walls.
Jon and Luke came into the room, Jon sat next to her rubbing nervous circles on her hand. Luke sat across from her.
"Valentine will be on the look out you know, you are legally still a minor." Luke said, Clary grimmanced at the meantion of her tormentors name. "None of all us can take you legally into custom. So you'll have to lay low for a bit." Luke explained.
Clary looked up. "I'm sixteen, so I'm allowed to change my name without the permission of my parents or guardians." She said, Jon nodded.
"I'll get you the papers tomorrow when I get a chance." He said. Jon got up, and Clary followed as they turned to walk to the stair case, Luke spoke up.
"I had know Jocelyn and Val for a long time, I'm sorry this happened" he said. Clary gave a curt nod before going up stairs.
This marks the beginning of a new story. Hope you all like it.
Words: 4,703 Date: Check date this story was publish.
Beta: My friend couldn't get to it.
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